Yesterday on my way home from church I received the most unexpected and devastating news that my sweet Grandma K had suffered from a stroke. Not your typical news you want to hear after such a rewarding Sunday. Initially, I didn't know what to think, but when I told Spencer, it hit me that she might not make it. As we waited to hear from my parents to see how things were going, my sisters and I were talking to each other and came to the conclusion that we needed to pray. Since we all live in different cities, these were done individually. A little background, Grandma and Grandpa had gone camping with my parents, Aunt Ann and Uncle Gregory, and our good and lifelong family friends the Sandmires. On Sunday morning she had complained of her head hurting and slumped over, being caught by a table (that in all honesty provided her to live for the next little bit). My parents described they instantly knew she had suffered a stroke as her left side of her face was droopy and her very slur
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